Future Worth Fighting For (Part 2)

Future Worth Fighting For 🔱🩵 (Part 2)

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

TW: Mentions of smut and violence, child birth.

After the rescue from the 75th Hunger Games, Finnick and Y/N found themselves safely in District 13. It was a stark contrast to the luxurious Capitol, but they felt a deep sense of relief in the underground base. They were surrounded by allies, people who wanted to fight for a better future, free from the tyranny of President Snow.

Each day in District 13 was filled with meetings, planning sessions, and training exercises. Y/N and Finnick threw themselves into the work, determined to help in any way they could. The rebellion needed every resource and every bit of strength they could muster. But even in the middle of the hustle and urgency, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the weight of her name dragging her down. Despite her efforts, she could hear the whispers, see the mistrust in some people’s eyes whenever they glanced her way.

At night, when the two of them were finally alone, her fears often bubbled to the surface. One particular night, as Finnick held her close, she spoke her worries aloud.

"Sometimes I feel like I'll never be free of my grandfather's shadow," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. "No matter what I do, I’ll always be a Snow. People will always see me as his granddaughter."

Finnick tightened his arms around her, sensing the depth of her despair. "You are so much more than just a name, Y/N," he said softly. "You’re brave, and you’ve risked so much to fight against everything your grandfather stands for. But if that name makes you feel trapped, we can change that."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and hope. "What do you mean?"

Finnick took her hands in his, his gaze steady and full of love. "Marry me," he said. "Take my name, and leave Snow behind. Be Y/N Odair. We’ll make our own legacy together, one built on love, not fear."

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of joy. She nodded, a smile breaking through the fear. “Yes, Finnick. I would love that. I would love to be your wife.”

In a quiet and private ceremony the next day, surrounded by their closest friends in District 13, Finnick and Y/N were married. The room was small and modest, but it was filled with warmth and love. As they exchanged their vows, they knew that this was the beginning of something new and beautiful, a chance to start fresh, away from the shadows of their pasts.

After the ceremony, they returned to their small room, where Finnick gently closed the door behind them. He looked at Y/N with a mix of love and excitement. “Mrs. Odair,” he whispered, savoring the sound of it.

Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering at the new name. “I love how that sounds,” she replied, stepping closer to him. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was soft and tender at first, but it quickly deepened as they pressed closer together, letting go of all the tension and fear that had built up over the past few months.

They moved together to the bed, where they shared a night of passion, their lovemaking filled with love and relief, a way to affirm their connection in the midst of so much uncertainty. They held each other close, whispering words of love and comfort, finding solace in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Finnick had to prepare for his departure to the Capitol with the rest of the squad. The rebellion needed him, and they both knew this mission was crucial. As he packed his things, Y/N watched him, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew how important this was, but the thought of him going back to the Capitol, back into danger, terrified her.

“Promise me you’ll be careful,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

Finnick stopped packing and turned to her, his expression serious and filled with love. “I promise, Y/N. I’ll come back to you. No matter what happens, I’ll find my way back to you.”

They shared one last, lingering kiss before he left, a promise of what was to come. Y/N watched him go with a heavy heart, trying to stay strong.

A few days after Finnick’s departure, Y/N began to feel unusually tired and nauseous. At first, she brushed it off as stress from the situation, but as the days passed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. She decided to visit the medics in District 13 to get checked out, hoping it was just the strain of everything that had been happening.

When the medic gave her the news, Y/N was stunned. She was pregnant. A rush of emotions flooded through her—joy, fear, hope, and anxiety. She hadn’t expected this, especially not now, with Finnick in the Capitol. But as she thought about the tiny life growing inside her, she felt a deep sense of happiness and love.

She knew she had to tell Finnick, but the logistics were complicated with him in the Capitol on a mission. She wrote a letter, pouring her heart out, telling him about the baby, about how much she missed him, and how she couldn’t wait for him to come back so they could start this new chapter together.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N waited anxiously for word from Finnick, hoping he was safe, hoping he would return to her soon. She placed a protective hand over her belly, whispering to her unborn child. “Your daddy is coming back to us,” she said softly. “He promised, and he never breaks his promises.”

As the rebellion moved forward, Y/N held onto that hope, knowing that whatever happened next, she and Finnick were now bound together in a way that went beyond just their love for each other. They were a family, and that gave her the strength to keep going, to keep fighting, until they were all together again.

Weeks passed, and Y/N’s anxiety grew with each day that brought no news of Finnick. She was surrounded by people in District 13 who were kind and supportive, but none could ease the ache of missing her husband or the uncertainty that weighed heavily on her heart. She found herself constantly touching her belly, a small, unconscious gesture of reassurance to herself and her unborn child.

One morning, Y/N was sitting in the mess hall, trying to eat breakfast despite the constant nausea, when she overheard a group of rebels discussing the latest news from the Capitol. Her ears perked up, her heart racing at the mention of a mission that had just returned. She quickly abandoned her food and hurried over to the group, her breath catching in her throat.

“Did they make it back?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “Did everyone return safely?”

One of the rebels, a woman named Lyme who had become a friend to Y/N, turned to her with a gentle smile. “They’re just arriving now. I think you should go see for yourself.”

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She dashed out of the mess hall, her feet barely touching the ground as she ran through the halls toward the entrance where the squad would be coming in. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins.

When she reached the entrance, she saw the group of returning soldiers, weary and battle-worn, stepping out of a large transport vehicle. She scanned their faces frantically, searching for the one she longed to see the most. Then, through the crowd, she spotted him—Finnick, looking tired but alive, his hair tousled and face smudged with dirt.

Y/N let out a sob of relief and ran toward him. Finnick turned at the sound, and when he saw her, his face broke into a smile, the kind that reached his eyes and made them shine. He opened his arms just in time to catch her as she flung herself at him, holding her tight as if he never wanted to let go.

“Y/N,” he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. I’m here, love.”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as she clung to him, her body shaking with relief. “I was so scared, Finnick,” she whispered. “I was so scared you wouldn’t come back to us.”

Finnick pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Us?"

Y/N nodded, a small smile playing on her lips despite her tears. She took his hand and placed it gently on her belly. “I’m pregnant, Finnick. We’re going to have a baby.”

For a moment, Finnick just stared at her, his eyes wide with shock and then filling with a joy she had never seen before. “A baby?” he repeated softly, as if testing the word on his tongue. Then his face broke into a radiant grin, and he lifted Y/N off the ground, spinning her around. “A baby! Y/N, that’s… that’s amazing!”

They laughed together, a sound filled with pure happiness that echoed in the hall. Finnick set her down gently and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, passionately, as if trying to pour all his love and relief into that one moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Finnick rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he took in the news. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered. “I’m going to be a dad.

Y/N smiled, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Finnick. And we’re going to be a family.”

The days that followed were a whirlwind of planning and adjusting to the news. Finnick was more attentive than ever, constantly checking on Y/N and making sure she was comfortable. They spent their evenings together, talking about their hopes and dreams for their child, imagining a future where they were all free from the Capitol’s grasp.

As the rebellion pressed on, Finnick and Y/N found solace in each other. Despite the dangers and uncertainties that lay ahead, they held onto their hope and the love that had grown between them. Finnick’s resolve to fight was stronger than ever now that he knew he had a family to protect, a future to build.

One quiet evening, as they lay in their small bunk, Finnick rested his hand on Y/N’s growing belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement beneath his palm. “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

Y/N shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t know, but I have a feeling it’s going to be just as stubborn as you.”

Finnick chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Well, if they’re anything like you, they’ll be perfect.”

Y/N leaned into him, her heart full. “Do you ever think about what life will be like after all this?” she asked quietly. “After the war, when we’re free?”

Finnick nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. “I think about it all the time. I think about raising our child by the sea, teaching them how to swim, to fish… giving them a life we never had.”

Y/N smiled at the thought, picturing their little family by the ocean, far from the darkness of their pasts. “I like that,” she said softly. “I like that a lot.”

They fell asleep that night wrapped in each other’s arms, dreaming of the future they would build together. Finnick’s hand never left her belly, a silent promise that he would always be there for her and their child, no matter what.

As the rebellion continued, Finnick fought with renewed strength and determination, knowing that he had a family to come back to. And Y/N, with the love and support of those around her, stayed strong, waiting for the day when they could finally live in peace, free from the shadows of their pasts and the tyranny of President Snow.

With the end of the rebellion approaching and the Capitol’s power waning, Y/N knew that their time would come soon. A time when they could finally be a family, living in a world where their child could grow up free, surrounded by love and happiness.

As the weeks turned into months, Y/N’s belly continued to grow, and with it, the anticipation of meeting their child. Or so they thought—during a routine check-up in District 13's small medical wing, Y/N and Finnick received an unexpected surprise.

“You’re having twins,” the doctor announced with a gentle smile, her voice echoing in the small examination room.

Y/N’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hand instinctively reaching for Finnick’s. “Twins?” she repeated, her voice a mix of awe and shock.

Finnick blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Twins?” he echoed, his eyes darting between the doctor and Y/N. “As in… two babies?”

The doctor chuckled softly at their bewilderment. “Yes, two babies. It’s not uncommon, especially considering your family histories.” She pointed to the small screen displaying the ultrasound image, where two tiny forms could be seen nestled close together. “See here? Two heartbeats. Two little ones growing strong.”

Finnick’s expression shifted from shock to pure, unadulterated joy. He squeezed Y/N’s hand, a broad grin spreading across his face. “Two of them,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “We’re going to have two babies.”

Y/N’s initial surprise quickly melted into excitement. “Two,” she whispered, a smile breaking across her lips as she gazed at the screen. Tears of happiness welled in her eyes. “We’re going to have twins, Finnick.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with love. “Two little ones to love and protect,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t be happier.”

The news of the twins seemed to breathe new life into both Finnick and Y/N. Amidst the chaos of the ongoing rebellion, the thought of not one but two babies filled them with a renewed sense of purpose. It was as if the universe had given them a double reason to fight, to survive, and to hope for a better future.

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As Y/N’s pregnancy progressed, Finnick became more attentive than ever. He was always by her side, whether it was helping her navigate the narrow halls of District 13 or simply holding her hand during their nightly talks about the future. He often spoke to her growing belly, whispering sweet nothings to the twins, promising them a life full of love and happiness.

But the rebellion showed no signs of slowing down. The battles grew fiercer, and the risks increased. Finnick continued to join the other soldiers on missions, his resolve unwavering. Each time he left, Y/N’s heart would clench with fear, but she knew that Finnick was fighting not just for their future but for the future of Panem.

One morning, just before Finnick was set to leave for another mission, Y/N woke up with a sense of urgency. She placed a hand on her belly, feeling the twins shift slightly. “Finnick,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “I need you to promise me something.”

Finnick, who had been lacing up his boots, looked up, concern etching his features. “Anything, love,” he replied, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

Y/N took his hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “Promise me you’ll come back to us. No matter what happens out there, you’ll come back to me and our babies. They need their father. And I… I need you.”

Finnick’s expression softened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. “I promise, Y/N,” he said firmly. “I’ll always come back to you. To all three of you.”

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The days dragged on after Finnick left for his mission, each one longer than the last. Y/N kept herself busy helping with the rebellion’s efforts in District 13, but her mind was always with Finnick. She took comfort in the knowledge that he was fighting for them, for their future, but the fear of losing him never fully left her.

A few days after Finnick’s departure, Y/N was in the middle of a strategy meeting when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. She steadied herself against the table, her breath coming in short, quick gasps.

“Y/N, are you alright?” asked Plutarch, looking at her with concern.

She nodded, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, just… tired, I think. I should probably rest.”

As she made her way back to her quarters, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. Her heart raced with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Once inside, she sat down on the bed, her hands instinctively moving to her belly. She felt a flutter, then a stronger kick—a reassuring sign that the twins were active and well.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and she gasped. It wasn’t the normal discomfort she’d grown accustomed to; this was something else. Fear gripped her as another wave of pain hit, more intense this time.

She quickly reached for the small intercom by her bed and called for medical assistance. Within minutes, a team of medics arrived and rushed her to the medical wing.

“What’s happening?” Y/N asked, panic rising in her chest. “Are the babies okay?”

The head medic, a kind woman named Dr. Aurelius, gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Y/N. We’re going to check on the babies now. Try to stay calm.”

After a few tense minutes, an ultrasound confirmed what Y/N had feared: she was going into premature labor. “It’s too early,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “They’re not ready yet.”

Dr. Aurelius squeezed her hand. “We’re going to do everything we can, Y/N. The twins are strong, and so are you. Just keep breathing, okay?”

Y/N nodded, her mind racing. She wished more than anything that Finnick were there, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort. But she knew he was out there fighting, and she needed to be strong for their children.

As the hours passed, Y/N fought through the pain, drawing strength from the thought of Finnick and their future together. She kept her focus on the sound of the twins’ heartbeats, steady and strong, echoing in the room like a promise of hope.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the first baby was born—a small but fierce little girl with a strong set of lungs. The sound of her cries filled the room, bringing tears of relief to Y/N’s eyes.

A few moments later, her brother followed—a tiny boy with a surprisingly calm demeanor, his little fists clenched as if ready to take on the world. Y/N laughed through her tears, overwhelmed with emotion as the twins were placed in her arms.

“They’re perfect,” she whispered, gazing down at their tiny faces. “Just perfect.”

The medics worked quickly to ensure both babies were healthy, wrapping them in soft blankets and placing them in Y/N’s arms. She held them close, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

“Finnick,” she murmured softly, looking down at their beautiful twins. “We did it. They’re here.”

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Meanwhile, Finnick was still in the field, completely unaware of the miracle that had just taken place. He fought with a renewed ferocity, driven by the promise he had made to Y/N and the future he was determined to build for their family.

It wasn’t until he returned to District 13 a few days later, exhausted but victorious, that he learned the news. As soon as he stepped off the transport vehicle, he was greeted by a smiling Plutarch, who clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Congratulations, Finnick,” Plutarch said with a broad grin. “You’re a father. To twins.”

Finnick’s heart nearly stopped. “Twins?” he repeated, his voice filled with awe. “Y/N… are they…?”

Plutarch nodded, his smile softening. “They’re all fine, Finnick. Y/N and the babies are in the medical wing. Go see them.”

Without another word, Finnick sprinted through the halls, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. When he burst into the medical wing, he saw Y/N sitting up in bed, holding two tiny bundles in her arms. Her face lit up when she saw him, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

“Finnick,” she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. “Meet our children.”

He approached the bed slowly, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of his wife and their newborn twins. “They’re… they’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with love as she gazed up at him. “They have your eyes,” she said softly, handing him their daughter.

Finnick took his daughter in his arms, tears filling his eyes as he looked down at her tiny face. “Hello, little one,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I’m your daddy.”

The baby girl stared up at him with wide eyes, her tiny fingers curling around his thumb. Finnick felt his heart swell with an indescribable love, a feeling he had never known before.

He then looked at his son, who was cradled in Y/N’s other arm, and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. “And you,” he said softly, his voice filled with wonder. “You’re my son.”

Y/N watched him with a smile, her heart full. “We have a family now, Finnick,” she whispered. “A real family.”

Finnick leaned down to kiss her forehead, his tears mingling with hers. “Yes, we do,” he murmured, Finnick’s words hung in the air, filled with promise and hope. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on their newborn twins. The weight of everything they had been through seemed to fade away, replaced by the overwhelming joy of this new chapter in their lives.

Y/N could see the mixture of relief and love in Finnick's eyes, the way he looked at their children as if he had never seen anything so precious. She knew the horrors he had witnessed, the pain he had endured, and yet here he was, smiling down at their babies with a tenderness she had rarely seen in him.

“They’re so small,” Finnick said softly, still marveling at the tiny life in his arms. “And perfect.”

“They’re strong, just like their father,” Y/N replied with a smile. “And just as beautiful.”

Finnick chuckled, his eyes never leaving the twins. “They get their beauty from their mother,” he insisted, his voice full of affection. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “You’ve given me so much, Y/N. More than I ever thought I could have.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion. She had known love before, but nothing compared to the love she felt now, surrounded by her family. “We’ve given each other everything,” she said softly, leaning into his touch. “A life, a family... a future.”

Finnick nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. He looked back at their children, his heart full to bursting. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you all,” he whispered. “To give you the life you deserve.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her grip firm and reassuring. “We’ll do it together,” she said. “No matter what comes next, we’ll face it as a family.”

For a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear. The rebellion, the Capitol, all of it felt like a distant memory. Here, in this small room, there was only love and hope, and the promise of a future worth fighting for.

They spent the rest of the day together, wrapped in the quiet comfort of their new family. Finnick held his children close, whispering stories of District 4 and all the things he wanted to show them. Y/N watched, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. She knew that they had a long road ahead, but for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at peace.

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As the days passed, Finnick and Y/N settled into their new routine. District 13, though stark and austere, became a safe haven for them—a place where they could start anew, away from the horrors of the past. The twins, whom they named Aurora and Atlas, brought light and laughter into their lives.

Finnick became a doting father, always eager to help with feedings, diaper changes, and even the sleepless nights. He would sing lullabies from his childhood, his deep voice soothing the twins into peaceful slumber. Y/N found herself falling even more in love with him, seeing a side of Finnick she had never seen before—a side so tender and nurturing, it made her heart ache with happiness.

Y/N, too, flourished in her new role as a mother. She found strength she never knew she had, drawing from the love she felt for her children and her husband. The days were long and often exhausting, but they were also filled with moments of pure joy. Each smile, each laugh, each small milestone was a reminder of the love and resilience that had brought them here.

But as much as they cherished their quiet moments together, the reality of the rebellion was never far away. Finnick continued to be involved in the efforts, training new recruits and preparing for the battles that lay ahead. Y/N, too, did what she could, helping with strategy and using her unique position to gather intelligence.

One evening, as they sat together after putting the twins to bed, Finnick spoke softly, his voice filled with resolve. “I know we’ve found some peace here, but there’s still so much to be done,” he said. “The Capitol won’t give up easily, and we need to be ready for whatever comes next.”

Y/N nodded, her expression serious. “I know,” she replied. “But we’ll face it together, just like we always have. For Aurora and Atlas. For the future we want for them.”

Finnick smiled, his heart swelling with pride. “For them,” he agreed. “And for everyone who deserves to be free.”

They sat in silence for a moment, taking comfort in each other’s presence. The road ahead would be long and difficult, but they knew they could face it as long as they had each other. Their love, forged in the fires of hardship and loss, had only grown stronger. And now, with their children by their side, they had more reason than ever to keep fighting.

Y/N rested her head on Finnick’s shoulder, her heart full of hope. “Whatever happens,” she murmured, “we’ll make it through. Together.”

Finnick wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. “Together,” he echoed, his voice filled with determination. “Always.”

And with that, they faced the future—uncertain but hopeful, ready to fight for the world they wanted for their children, for each other, and for all those who had suffered under the Capitol’s rule. In the heart of the rebellion, amidst the chaos and the struggle, they had found their reason to hope, to love, and to dream of a better tomorrow.

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Until I See You Again 🔱🩵

Finnick Odair × Fem!OC

(TW: Angst, torcher, blood, ect)

Amina sat in the corner of her white cell, her black hair a tangled mess from the lack of care, a reflection of the torment she had endured. Her body ached from the rough treatment she had received, though she could barely muster the strength to acknowledge the pain. The once-pristine walls of the cell seemed to mock her, their sterility a cruel contrast to the suffering she felt inside. Her captors had been relentless in their questioning, their methods designed to wear her down, to break her spirit rather than her body.

The physical pain, while sharp, was nothing compared to the emotional weight she carried. Each bruise on her skin, each scrape and cut, felt like a distant echo of the true agony within her heart. She had been a part of the rebellion, a cause she believed in with every fiber of her being, but now, locked away in this cell, the lines between right and wrong, hope and despair, had blurred.

The nights were the hardest. When the world outside fell silent, her mind would race, filling the emptiness with thoughts of Finnick Odair, the man she loved. The Capitol’s darling, the victor from District 4, was more than just a symbol of strength and resilience to her. He was her lifeline, the one person who understood the horrors she had witnessed, the one who had promised to stand by her side through it all.

But as the days stretched on, her hope began to wane. She had always believed Finnick would come for her, that he would find a way to save her from the Capitol’s clutches, but now, that belief felt like a distant dream. “Please, Fin, save me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, weakened by fear and the lack of water. She repeated the words like a mantra, even as her faith in them faltered.

In the underground safety of District 13, Finnick Odair sat alone, his thoughts consumed by Amina. He could picture her, could almost feel her presence despite the miles that separated them. His heart ached with the knowledge that she was suffering, that she was enduring this because of him, because of their love.

“She’s strong,” he murmured to himself, trying to hold onto that belief. “She’s stronger than this.” But even as he spoke the words, doubt gnawed at him. He had seen the Capitol break the strongest of men, had witnessed the way they could twist a person’s mind, turning hope into despair.

Finnick ran a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling. “I’ll get you out, Amina,” he whispered into the silence of his room, as if by sheer will alone he could reach her. “I promise you, I’ll get you out of there.” But the promise felt hollow, a desperate plea to the universe rather than a vow he could keep.

He knew the odds were against them, that the Capitol’s grip was tight and unyielding, but he couldn’t give up on her. He couldn’t let her fade away, not when she had been his beacon of light in a world filled with darkness. So, he clung to the hope that somehow, someway, they would be reunited, that they would find peace together far from the Capitol’s reach.

But as the days turned into weeks, that hope grew thinner, stretched to the breaking point. Finnick could only hold on to the belief that Amina would survive, that she would find the strength to endure until he could reach her. And in the quiet of the night, when the world around him slept, he whispered her name like a prayer, willing her to hear him, willing her to hold on just a little longer.

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A Wished For Future 🔱🩵

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader.

The sound of waves lapping gently against the shore echoed in the distance as the sun bathed the world in a golden glow. The large house by the water, once a sanctuary in a world of chaos, was now filled with the warmth of a family’s love and the echoes of laughter. Six years had passed since the end of the games, a time of darkness that seemed like a distant memory now.

In the living room, the air was filled with joy as Finnick chased his son, Atlantis, around the room. The boy's small legs moved as fast as they could, his laughter ringing through the house. His bright eyes sparkled with the thrill of the chase, and Finnick’s heart swelled with love as he pretended to struggle to catch him.

Y/N stood in the archway, her two-year-old daughter, Clarity, nestled in her arms. A soft smile graced her lips as she watched her two boys play. She looked down at Clarity, who was watching the scene with wide eyes. “Aren’t they just being silly?” Y/N giggled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face.

Clarity let out a small, delighted squeal, her tiny hands clapping together. The sound caught Atlantis’s attention, and he changed direction, running straight for his mother. “Mamma!” he giggled, his little feet pounding against the wooden floor as he made his way to her.

Y/N knelt down, wrapping one arm around Atlantis as he reached her, pulling both of her children close. Finnick came up behind them, placing a gentle hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the life they had built together.

“You know,” Finnick said softly, his voice filled with emotion, “everything I did… everything I went through, was to get to you. To get to this.” His words were a quiet echo of those of his father to his mother, they hold a love that had once resonated with him in a different time—a time when he had fought not just for his own survival, but for the hope of a future filled with love.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know,” she whispered. “And I’m so glad you did.”

The world outside may have been unpredictable, but within these walls, they had found their sanctuary. They had found peace. And as the laughter of their children filled the room, it was clear that every struggle, every hardship, had led them to this moment—a moment where love was the only thing that mattered.

In that small house by the water, the past was just a memory, and the future was a bright, beautiful canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of their love. Together, they had overcome the darkness, and together, they would continue to build a life full of light, laughter, and endless love.

This was the future they had both wished for and now they have it and can't wait to see where it takes them.

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I'll Carry You Home 🔱🩵

Finnick Odair × Fem!Reader

The arena was a living nightmare, a place where the air was thick with the scent of fear and the distant echoes of the Capitol’s cruelty. The jungle around them was dense, the trees casting long shadows as the sun dipped below the horizon. Finnick’s breathing was shallow, the weight of the day’s horrors pressing down on him as he gently placed Mags against a tree. The old woman sighed softly, her eyes closing in exhaustion. She’d done more than anyone could have asked of her, and now she needed rest.

Finnick’s gaze shifted to you, where you sat a little way off, trying to catch your breath. The two of you exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between you. You nodded, and he made his way over, sitting down beside you. The night was creeping in, the darkness giving you a small measure of privacy from the ever-watching cameras.

“We need to find a way out of here,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

“I know,” Finnick murmured, his eyes scanning the perimeter, looking for any signs of danger. “We can’t stay here much longer.”

You both knew the odds were against you. The Capitol had designed this arena to be a death trap, and only one person was supposed to make it out alive. But Finnick wasn’t going to let that happen—not if he could help it.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke so quietly that even the Capitol’s most advanced technology wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. “There’s a way,” he whispered. “When the time is right, we’ll make our move. We just need to be patient.”

You nodded again, the hope in his voice giving you strength. But it was hard to hold on to that hope in a place like this. You could feel the weight of the Capitol’s eyes on you, waiting for you to slip up, to make a mistake that would cost you your life.

Finnick could sense your doubt. He reached out, his hand finding yours in the dim light. “I’ll carry you home,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet determination. “I’ll make sure you’re safe. And when this is all over, we’ll have a future. Together.”

His words hung in the air between you, a promise made in the most impossible of circumstances. You wanted to believe him, needed to believe him. But the arena had a way of stripping you of your dreams, replacing them with cold, hard reality.

As the night deepened, Katniss took the first watch, her eyes sharp as she scanned the darkness for any threats. The rest of you settled down to sleep, though rest was elusive in a place like this. The jungle was alive with sounds, each rustle and snap a potential threat.

You lay close to Finnick, his presence a small comfort in the darkness. He was your anchor, the one thing keeping you grounded in a world that had gone mad. As you closed your eyes, his words echoed in your mind, mingling with the lyrics of a song you’d once heard stories about from District 4, before the Games, before the Capitol had torn your world apart.

“But I’ll carry you home, no matter how far, I’ll carry you home, we’ll never be apart. The darkness can’t hold us, the night can’t keep us down. I’ll carry you home, and we’ll make it somehow.”

Finnick’s hand tightened around yours, as if he could sense your thoughts, and he leaned in closer, his voice barely audible. “I promise,” he whispered. “No matter what it takes, I’ll get you out of here. We’ll make it.”

You nodded, your heart heavy but full of resolve. You knew the road ahead would be long and dangerous, but with Finnick by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope. Together, you would face whatever the arena threw at you. Together, you would survive.

And one day, somehow, you would find your way home.

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Bath Time and A Gift 🧟‍♀️💚

(10K Z Nation × OC!Fem!Reader)

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10k lingered by the door for a moment, taking in the simple beauty of the scene. The apartment was small, the paint peeling off the walls and the old, warped floorboards creaking under his weight, but it was clean and it felt like home.But in that moment, the chaos of the world outside felt distant, as if they’d carved out this little piece of heaven amidst the nightmare.

"Hello Tommy" the sweet voice coming from the woman standing before him.

"She loves her baths, doesn’t she?" he said softly, as he bent down closer to their daughter.

Emma chuckled, her hands gently rinsing off their daughter’s tiny arms. "She’s a water baby, for sure. Just like her dad. You should’ve seen her earlier, Tommy. She was splashing like crazy."

Tommy smiled, reaching a finger out to tickle his daughter's little belly. The baby giggled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and recognition as she splashed the water. "You’re getting us all wet, little one," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Emma laughed, flicking a bit of water his way. "Oh, like you mind. I swear, you two are like peas in a pod."

He laughed too, wiping the droplets from his face before resting a hand on Emma’s shoulder. "I think she gets the splashing from you. You used to jump in puddles whenever you could."

Emma shrugged playfully. "What can I say? We’ve got to find joy where we can. Even now." She glanced at him, her eyes softening. "Speaking of joy, how was the run? Everyone make it back alright?"

Tommy nodded. "Yeah, Addy and Doc are just settling in their room, and Warren’s doing another sweep with Murphy. Everything’s clear, for now."

"For now," Emma echoed quietly, her gaze flicking toward the window, where the dark, decayed city loomed beyond. But then she smiled, shaking off the heaviness of the thought. "At least we have this. For as long as we can."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head again. "We’ll keep making it work. For her." His eyes drifted back to their daughter, who was babbling happily, her little fingers reaching up to grasp at the air.

Emma turned off the faucet, her hands gently cupping their daughter to lift her out of the water. "Here, can you grab the towel?" she asked, and Tommy was quick to pick up the small, frayed towel from the counter, wrapping it snugly around their little girl. The baby cooed, nuzzling into the warmth, her tiny fists grabbing onto the fabric.

Tommy held her close, his heart swelling with that protective, fierce love he felt every time he looked at her. "She’s getting so big, Em. I almost can’t believe it."

"I know," Emma whispered, drying off their daughter’s soft hair. "She’s our miracle, Tommy. In all of this…" Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly smiled again, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "She’s our reason to keep fighting."

He nodded, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "Yeah, she is. And you’re mine too, Emma."

For a moment, they stood there, heads resting together, with the sound of their baby’s quiet coos between them. It wasn’t much, but in this broken world, it was everything.

"Come on, let’s get her dressed and fed," Emma said after a moment, pulling back slightly. "Before she decides to go on another splashing spree."

Tommy chuckled, still holding their daughter gently as he handed Emma the tiny onesie they'd scavenged from an old store weeks ago. It was faded, but still soft and warm.

As they dressed her, Emma kept glancing up at him, smiling each time she caught his eye. "I missed you today," she said softly, her hand brushing against his.

"I missed you too," Tommy replied, his voice low and sincere. "I always do."

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As they finished dressing their daughter, Tommy suddenly remembered something he'd been hiding in his jacket pocket. He shifted slightly, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, I’ve got something for her. Picked it up on the run today."

Emma raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What did you find this time?"

With a bit of dramatic flair, Tommy pulled a small, faded yellow rubber duck from his pocket. The paint was chipped in places, but it still had its distinctive squeaky beak. "Ta-da!"

Emma gasped softly, her face lighting up. "Tommy! Where did you find that?"

"Old toy shop we passed through. Thought she might like it," he said, holding it out to their daughter, who immediately reached for it with wide, eager eyes. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and it let out a faint squeak.

Their daughter’s reaction was instant—she giggled loudly, clapping her tiny hands together in excitement. Her little fingers clutched at the duck, fascinated by its texture, and she brought it to her mouth, examining it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.

Emma laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can’t believe you found a rubber duck in all this mess."

Tommy shrugged, smiling as he watched their daughter’s joy. "Had to give her something to make bathtime even more fun, right? Plus, look at that smile. Totally worth it."

Emma leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as they both watched their daughter squeak and gnaw at the duck. "You’re a pretty great dad, you know that?"

Tommy glanced at her, his heart swelling at her words. "I’m just doing my best. For her. For us."

"You’re doing more than that," Emma whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You’re keeping us safe. And happy."

He smiled, his arm wrapping around her as they stood together, their daughter’s laughter filling the small apartment. For that brief moment, the world outside didn’t matter. The Z’s, the constant threat—they all faded away. It was just the three of them, and a rubber duck squeaking in the soft glow of their makeshift home.

"Yeah," Tommy whispered, his voice full of love. "We’re gonna be okay."

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Apocalypse Chaos 🧟‍♀️💚 (Part 1)

10K × Fem!Reader (TW: Swearing)

The apocalypse was chaos, a relentless storm of violence and uncertainty that never seemed to end. Y/N wasn’t having any of it today. The group had pulled off the road to rest, and she found herself kicking rocks around the dusty clearing, trying to release some of the frustration that had been building up inside her.

10K sat in the tray of the truck they’d been driving for the past couple of days, carefully cleaning his gun. He watched her with quiet interest, his fingers methodically wiping down the weapon as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The others had gone ahead to scout the area, leaving the two of them behind to watch Murphy, who was dozing in the back seat.

"God, how I hate the apocalypse," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with annoyance. She let out a heavy sigh before continuing, "I was in the army, you know? I had a good life going for me. Then it all went to shit after the apocalypse started."

10K knew Y/N was older than him—she had to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, while he was only about 19. But in the world they lived in now, age didn’t seem to matter much. What did it mean to be an adult when everyone was just trying to survive?

"It can’t be that bad," he said, his voice soft and uncertain, almost as if he were testing the waters.

Y/N turned to him with a look of horror, her eyes blazing. "You don’t understand," she snapped, her anger bubbling to the surface. "You were a kid when all this started. I was an adult—I was a pretty damn good one too! I had my life together. Then everything just… fell apart."

Her voice grew louder, more intense, as she vented her frustrations. She had been strong for so long, but the weight of the apocalypse was bearing down on her, wearing away at her resilience. 10K listened, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to say something, to do something that might comfort her, but he was unsure of himself. Y/N was so strong, so capable, and he felt like a kid next to her, despite everything they’d been through.

As she continued to speak, her words became a blur in his mind. He was gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right moment to speak, to do something to make her feel better. His hand tightened around his gun, and he could feel the nervous energy building up inside him. He’d seen her at her best and her worst over the past year, and he admired her more than anyone else in the group. But admiration was different from the feelings that were gnawing at him now.

Without fully realizing what he was doing, 10K slid off the tray of the truck and approached her. His steps were tentative, almost shy, as if he might change his mind at any moment. When he reached her, he hesitated for a split second, his heart in his throat. Then, with a burst of courage that surprised even him, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss as gentle and uncertain as the boy who gave it.

Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t expected this—10K, sweet, quiet 10K, who she’d watched grow up in the harsh world they lived in. The kiss felt wrong on some level, but at the same time, it wasn’t wrong at all. It felt like a spark in the dark, something bright and hopeful in a world that had lost all light.

10K pulled back, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Are you going to stop now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N stared at him, her mind racing. She should be angry—she should tell him that this wasn’t right. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that made her pause. He wasn’t the kid she had known a year ago. He was still young, yes, but he had grown in ways that she hadn’t fully realized until now.

And maybe, just maybe, he was exactly what she needed to remind her that there was still something worth fighting for. Something worth surviving for.

She gave him a small, tentative smile. "Yeah," she said softly, "I’ll stop."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N let herself feel a sliver of hope.

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